C1464 It Was Good Good Good

While Jinbao paced circles around the formation, Meng Bao, concealed nearby, couldn't hide the sneer on his face.

What could a dragon possibly discern? It was all for show.

And when Zhang Xing threw his punch, Meng Bao's face twisted into a mocking sneer.

What was Zhang Xing up to?

Attempting to shatter the formation with a punch from the outside?

It seemed like a pipe dream. Sure